Another Fanfic :)
I'm alive.
This fic is a weird one for me because it was conceived during the aftermath of Hurricane Beryl on Jamaica where there was no electricity or water much less internet so all I could do all day everyday was think of more Huey and Jazmine content because I'm addicted to this pairing apparently.
I know some aspects and some scenes in mind for this but honestly I have no idea where this will go or if I'll even finish it but I'm really trying to not spiral whenever I can't complete a fic or lose interest or whatever so please don't get too mad at me if I don't because honestly I get it I'm still waiting for updates on SwagSammich78 fics or Complicated by Taydo-the-potato or Rekindle by Uncannyful that will probably never come but they're still really good stories and I reread them every few days and I want people to dp that with mind…I still need to give them more than 10k words to reread though and I really need to fix that.
Anyway I hope you enjoy
Warning: This fanfiction contains foul language, voilence and sexual themes (like so much sexual shit goes on in here it's actually crazy I should be in jail)
Chapter 1: Pretty Girls at Midnight
It was a slow night at the Woodcrest Movie Theatres but then again it always was, at least it has been for the past week that seventeen year old Huey Freeman had worked there.
Throughout his entire shift there had been a grand total of three people who had walked in through the double doors that the janitor hadn't bothered to clean in a while.
One had been the most stereotypical depiction of a Reddit user, average height and overweight with pasty white skin that looked like it had never seen the sun that was littered by pimples and acne scars. He had on a black graphic T-shirt, black shorts, and of course a black leather coat and a fedora. His face was unremarkable except for the tragedy of a beard the same mousy brown as his slicked back ponytail that was no doubt balding under the fedora.
And although it was bad to stereotype Huey was not at all surprised that he was here to watch one of the new Marvel movies, there were too many to count and he didn't really care to keep that memory in his brain.
The second and third were a couple and boy did they show it, they clung to each other like they were conjoined twins as if being a few inches apart from one another was going to kill them. She giggled at every word he said, her boring brown eyes looking up to her as if he cured cancer and fought off a pack of bears to save her at the same time. The boyfriend on the other hand was too busy trying to stare him down, every time he tried (keyword tried) to flex his muscles threateningly a small part of Huey died.
Huey was never really sure why but he seemed to trigger the fight or flight instincts in guys whenever they had a girl around because of course the woman of his dreams was a nothing-burger of a white woman, brown eyes, bottle blonde hair, and all.
Huey rubbed his eyes. It was late and he was tired.
He should be at home, in bed passed out, not picking up the graveyard shifts at a dying movie theater plus baseball practice was tomorrow and he would not give those annoying and insecure little white boys any excuse to say shit to or about him.
He checked his watch - 11:45 p.m.
Just fifteen more minutes, he told himself, just fifteen more minutes of bullshit before you can finally sleep.
Shifting his weight on his numbing legs, he shook away all the tiredness and the irritation in his brain. He had already swept and mopped the floors and everything that needed to be put away was.
Just another - he checked again - thirteen more minutes.
Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pants pocket. His manager would have a fit if he saw him on his phone while on the clock but his manager could also suck his massive dick.
It was Caesar which was not a surprise, it was in fact a 33.33% it would be him, the only people that called him were Caesar, his little brother Riley, and his grandad which should be sad especially since he just met Caesar a week ago when he moved to Woodcrest from Chicago but the dreadhead was the only person he could stand in their school so he moved up the ranks pretty quick.
Huey accepted the phone call.
"My nigga you are missing out!"
Okay well that was loud.
Caesar was practically screaming to be heard over the loud music and loud talking in the background. A party, Huey rolled his eyes.
"And what exactly am I missing out on? Chlamydia?"
Caesar paused. "I thought we agreed we were never going to bring that up."
"Yeah but it's too funny not to and you still didn't answer my question, where are you?"
"I'm at Dayton's party."
Huey blanked. "Who?"
"Are you serious?"
"Am I supposed to know who Dayton is?"
"Wow this is why people don't like you. Dayton as in Dayton Pierce, the captain of the baseball team you know the nigga that hates you."
The name clicked and suddenly the image of a handsome and smug biracial guy with cropped hair and gray eyes popped in his head and he groaned.
Dayton Pierce, he almost didn't recognize that name as he much preferred to call him 'Dickhead' both in his head and out loud. Dickhead Pierce didn't let his darker complexion prevent him from blending in well with the rest of the white boys on the team in fact he was their king and as their king what he didn't like, they hated and he hated Huey which in all honesty wasn't surprising Huey was not very likable and no one knew that more than him but people usually waited at least a few days before they started hating his guts Dickhead on the other hand seemed to hate him as soon as he saw him and Huey returned to feelings.
Practice was a stalemate between him and everyone else on the team, he was sure that more than a few of them went and had their parents complain to the coach about him but that didn't do much as anyone with common sense could see that Huey was their best player by a long shot.
So not getting an invitation to his party was not all that surprising.
"For a nigga with a photographic memory you can't remember for shit."
"Are you calling me just to brag?"
"Yep I mean man they got a game room like actual arcade games man, rich people are something else."
"Caesar, you're rich."
"I'm upper middle class which means I have a pool and a few more shit but I definitely do not have a game room that is on another level."
"Is the few more shit the G-wagon and the bike, how much does all of that cost anyway? Two to three hundred grand…at least."
"Hey this isn't about me."
"No it's not but I'm currently working the shift in this shitty movie theater so I'm sorry that I don't know the intricate differences between upper middle class and upper class."
"See that, that's another reason why people don't like you."
Huey let out a breath which could be considered a laugh but his slight levity was interrupted to fingers pointedly tapping on his shoulder.
"Caesar, I'll call you back." and he hung up without letting Caesar get a word in.
He rolled his eyes before turning around.
"What is it this time David?"
David the dick of a manager's face contorted as if he just sucked on a lemon.
"It's Mr. Anderson to you."
"I don't think so David."
"You know it's against policy to be on your phone on the job especially where customers could see."
Huey gestured with both hands at the grand emptiness of the theater.
"What customers David?"
"This is insubordination. I could have you written up for this."
"Yeah well-" Huey checked the time - 12:01 "-I am now officially off the clock so good night David."
He roughly shoved past David that the 5'5 thirty year old nearly got bowled over.
"This is grounds to be fired Freeman!" he yelled out but Huey had already shrugged off the ugly piss yellow and shit brown shirt uniform revealing the white wife beater underneath.
The only sign that Huey heard him was the middle finger that he flipped behind him at David the dick.
He was definitely fired but that was fine with him Grandad is going to pop a gasket and he was going to need to find another one immediately so he could pay for gas and sure he couldn't find his shirt in the locker rooms so now he looked dumb as hell and felt cold as hell in a wife beater and jeans but Huey Freeman was great.
The drive home from the theater to his house was a long one but it did give him a good view of his new home for the next year until he abandoned it for college and adult life.
Woodcrest, as so neatly described by lifestyle websites on the internet, was the Hamptons of Maryland but even more private and classist. Every house costs north of two million dollars and that was for the lower ends where somehow Grandad managed to afford to live but even their admittedly very nice could not compare to the higher end estates that he drove past.
Each of them costs in the tens of millions and if each of them took several minutes to drive past before reaching the next one, they were all giant stretches of manicured lawns with gates to prevent the poors from getting in.
One of them stood out because there was a massive party being thrown and Huey could surmise that this was likely Dickhead's house. It matched the majesty of the others if slightly tainted by the loud music and neon lights that emanated from the proud building.
Huey turned his gaze away and instinctively landed on a girl in white who was walking on the sidewalk, her coppery curls swaying left to right with every step.
As he drove and came closer to her, close enough to her face Huey Freeman realized two things.
Number one being that he had never seen someone as beautiful as her in his life.
Everything about her was perfect, her skin was like honey, her hair like gold interwoven with copper, and her eyes…her eyes were the palest jade he had ever seen but looking into her eyes Huey had his second realization.
She was crying.
Not full on bawling and sobbing but it was still obvious by her red rimmed eyes and sniffles. It looked like she was a beautiful cryer too.
He should leave her alone.
He had no idea why she was crying anyway, her parents might have died in a fiery car crash, her grandmother might have cancer, her cat could have ran away and whatever the reason was she definitely wouldn't want some random stranger in a crappy car to approach her when she was in such a…sensitive state.
He should just leave, his house was only fifteen minutes away and besides he really wanted to sleep but somehow he found himself slowing down to match her slow footsteps.
"Hey are you okay?"
She turned to face him obviously startled, her large green eyes widened even further and Huey suddenly felt like a massive dick.
Instead of pepper spraying him and running away she answered. "Oh y-yeah I'm fine, thank you for asking." she punctuated it with a weak smile that made Huey's stomach flutter.
That should be enough, she gave verbal confirmation that she was okay even though it was an obvious lie but they were strangers, the only thing he could deduce was that she was a likely rich and very pretty teen girl that maybe went to the same school as him and that was it.
He owed her nothing and yet he persisted.
"Are you sure? You don't really look okay"
She opened her mouth again, probably to lie again about how she was in fact okay but she didn't say anything. Instead her lips quivered and a few diamond-like tears fell down her cheeks.
Now she was bawling.
"No," she sobbed, "I'm not! This night sucks!"
"Yeah I get that." he nodded in agreement, he was definitely fired and his car was a monster that was only quelled by thousand dollar visits to the mechanic.
"You know," she spoke again delicately wiping her tears from her face, "you're the first person to ask me that."
"Yeah, that's me, just a regular old good Samaritan."
She giggled at that and again his heart fluttered, Huey had half a mind to drive off right now, before she smiled at him and gave him a heart attack.
"You are really nice but I should probably get home."
There it was she was practically yelling at him to go away and like any normal person he would get the hint and be on his merry way-
"Do you need a drive home?"
What?!
"What?" she asked, surprised.
Way to go if she didn't think you were a rapist serial killer she definitely thinks you are now.
He hastily added on. "You know just in case." he cringed hearing the bullshit he just spewed from his own mouth. Woodcrest was one of the safest neighborhoods in the country, people here had a higher chance of winning the lottery than getting robbed and even in the small chance a person did the cops would be there before they could move three steps.
Has it been so long since he'd been interested in a girl to the point where he's acting like a creep for this one?
Now looking back at his past, him being interested in a girl usually didn't go well for him.
Monica Howard was his first girlfriend at thirteen and that lasted all of three months when she tried to stab him because he had a girl as a science project partner.
Ming Long-Dou was his second girlfriend at fifteen which lasted six months before she threatened to cut his dick off because he opened the door for another girl.
His last was girlfriend Naomi Adejola, he met her at sixteen and they lasted a year before she cheated on him with his best friend but apparently it was okay because she felt really bad about it. He was a lot more grateful at the news that he was going to live with his grandad in Woodcrest than he would have been before that.
He should have learned his lesson a long time ago to be wary around pretty girls that made his heart beat a bit faster especially when a girl was this pretty and made his heart beat like a drum but apparently he didn't because when she smiled sweetly and nodded he let her in his car with absolutely no problem.
"I'm Jazmine by the way, Jazmine Dubois, and you are?" she asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Huey." he stated simply, eyes laser focused on the road.
She nodded and went back to fidgeting with her diamond bracelet.
"So Jazmine, why were you crying?"
And when did I become such a nosy bitch?
Jazmine tensed up at the question but before Huey could take it back she spoke.
"I caught my boyfriend cheating on me."
"Oh." he said lamely.
"Yeah apparently I was overreacting seeing him shove his tongue down Veronica Shane's throat."
What was it with cheaters and thinking everyone else is overreacting?
Jazmine continued. "Anyway it was less embarrassing to cry on the curb than cry at his party so I left and here I am."
"Here you are." he confirmed.
She turned her head slightly to look at him, eyes gentle and twinkling as if the very stars were in them."You really are the nicest guy I've ever met."
"That is really fucking sad."
She laughed and he laughed along with her.
"You know I haven't seen you before, are you new to Woodcrest?"
"Do you know every nigga in Woodcrest?"
"No but you really stand out, it would be impossible to forget you."
"I stand out?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah no one else is rocking the fro and also you have a very distinctive accent."
"I don't have an accent."
"You so do."
"I so don't." He said, mocking her rich suburban girl accent.
She playfully punched his arm. "That's mean and you do have an accent."
"I don't hear it."
"I bet you I can guess where you're from."
"You can't."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"Wanna bet?" She raised her eyebrows as a challenge.
He shrugged. "...yeah why not."
"Ok deal and if I guess correctly you have to…" she paused to think before a grin spread across her face "you have to do whatever I say for the next twelve hours."
Risky, very risky, almost too risky. "Deal."
"Alright pinky swear."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "Jazmine, we're not ten."
"Pinky swears are legally binding in my book."
He sighed. "Fine."
Taking one hand from the wheel he stuck out his pinky (like a dumbass) and she intertwined her much smaller one together, shaking the two firmly like a (really dumb) handshake.
"Ok we have a legally binding contract now." she said cheerfully, slipping her hand away from his.
"Finally."
Huey knew that she definitely wasn't going to get on the first try, his accent was super subtle especially when compared to Riley, she would probably guess Atlanta and when she inevitably got it wrong she was going to sulk all the way to-
"Chicago!"
"Shit!"
"Woohoo!" Jazmine cheered, raising her hands up to the low roof of Huey's car. "I am amazing!"
"And psychic."
"Oh come on don't be such a sore loser."
"I'm not."
"You so are," she laughed before suddenly pausing with a smile still on her face, "oh wait this is my stop."
Huey looked to see that they were parked in front of another of the grand mansions common to Woodcrest, three stories of untold luxury.
"Nice house."
"Thanks…do you want to come in?"
"I should be getting home." Riley and Grandad should already be asleep but knowing Riley he probably was up and doing something remarkably stupid.
"Oh come on, let's keep this party going."
He snorted. "Weak ass fucking party."
"Huey stop being a party pooper."
"I'm not and also that sounds really gross-"
"You are pooping on my party."
"Stop saying-"
"There is serious poop on my party at this moment."
"Jazmine." he said deadpan
"Seriously Huey please I really don't want to be myself right now."
"What about your parents?"
"Gone for the weekend."
"Friends?"
"Drunk at the party."
"I am a total stranger."
"And you are a man of your word, remember," she waved her pinky finger around for effect, "legally binding pinky swear."
He took a deep breath. "This is how people get robbed."
She squealed as she got out of the car and he followed her with much less enthusiasm.
Inside her home was somehow grander than the outside, first of all it had a grand hallway where there was a specific place to leave your shoes instead of just leading into the living room.
And second of all everything looked like it cost at the very least tens of thousands of dollars even the dark brown wood flooring and ornate rugs under his now shoeless feet.
Jazmine of course was used to the grandeur, to her this was just her home and she treated it as such flouncing around and passing paintings that cost an arm and a leg without a care in the world and Huey just followed.
She led him to the kitchen which was ridiculously large with every appliance being the same high tech dark stainless steel. Why would someone even need two ovens?
"Ice cream?" she asked face first in the large double decker refrigerator.
"No thanks, I don't like sweet stuff."
At that she gasped, pulling her face from the fridge she glared at him. "You have no soul."
"No, I'm just not a big fan of diabetes and cavities."
"Some things are worth it."
"I guarantee you it is not."
The formerly clean kitchen island was now filled with different Ben and Jerry's ice cream tubs but she still wasn't finished, moving through the kitchen like a tiny ginger hurricane she produced alongside the ice cream, a bunch of sugary toppings, two spoons, and two glass ice cream sundae bowls that he had never seen in real life.
"What's your favorite flavor?"
"I have none."
"Are you some kind of health nut?"
"I'm health conscious."
"Yep, health nut."
.
"Viola!" She stood proudly hands on her hips as she produced the saddest and beigest sundae he had ever seen.
"What is this?"
"A vanilla and coffee ice cream sundae with almonds and bananas because you're satan and apparently hate all things good in the world."
"That's a little harsh."
"But it's true." she said in a sing-song voice, walking around the wide kitchen island to sit beside him. Her sundae was much happier and sugary, it was several scoops of pink and blue ice-cream that he wasn't quite sure of the specific flavors either way it was doused with chocolate syrup and Lucky Charms marshmallows.
Noticing his stare, her face flushed.
"I got cheated on tonight. I'm allowed to have a cheat meal."
"I'm not judging." He was but only slightly.
She snorted, scooping up a large mouthful of sugary death. "I find that hard to believe."
"You make me sound like some asshole."
She shrugged. "I mean you kind of look like one."
"Ouch." Gave you a ride but fuck me I guess.
"I mean obviously you aren't one at least to me but…have you never looked at yourself in the mirror? You look very mean."
He scowled, looking very mean."I don't look mean."
"Permanent scowl, eyebrows that make you look irritated at everything, cold eyes-"
"I wouldn't say they're cold-"
"-moody and brooding demeanor-"
"Brooding?"
"-vintage car-"
"It's a piece of shit-"
"-you dress like you're in a motorcycle gang-"
Huey looked down at his white wife beater and black jeans and for some reason this was the day he decided to wear the gold chain that Riley gave as a birthday gift.
Oh my god he looked Italian from New Jersey.
But he still tried to defend himself. "Okay the outfit was an accident-"
But Jazmine was on a roll. "-I mean you look like you belong in an urban romance book."
At that Huey was speechless and just blinked.
Jazmine didn't seem to notice. "I can see it now, asshole bad boy with a heart of gold and his delicate sunshine of a girlfriend too pure for the world."
"You know that last part describes you right?"
At that they were both silent.
After a few seconds Jazmine coughed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with Huey as hard as possible.
"How about we change the subject?" she offered.
He accepted. "Sure."
"So do you go to my school?"
"Wuncler?"
"Yep."
"Yeah."
"Do you like it there?"
"It's alright the teachers are doing a good job but the people."
"Suck?" she offered
"Extremely, they're all racist and classist and fucking stupid like genuinely stupid," he paused, "you're cool though."
She smiled. "Thanks."
"But seriously this neighborhood has the worst people and the white boys on the baseball team-"
Jazmine perked up at that. "You're on the baseball team?"
"Yeah, I just joined."
"And what exactly is your position?"
He shrugged. "Pitcher."
At that her jade colored eyes widened to the size of saucers and her mouth gaped open as if she was in shock or rather she had figured out some huge conspiracy.
"Huey…is your last name Freeman?" she asked tentatively.
Okay she might actually be psychic. "Yeah."
"Oh wow this is one hell of a coincidence."
"What is?"
"You're the guy that my boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend hates with a burning passion."
"I'm confused." Why would some random guy hate him? Sure Huey didn't make an effort to remember anyone he didn't consider important names but who could blame him he had much more important things on his mind to remember the people who hated him for whatever reason.
"You're Huey Freeman." she said, sounding like she was explaining something to an idiot.
He blinked and nodded in response like an idiot.
"And my ex, you know the guy that cheated on me tonight, is Dayton Pierce, you know, captain of the baseball team."
The good looking biracial with icy gray eyes popped back into his head for the second time tonight.
Huey blinked again, his 175 IQ finally kicking in and connecting all the dots.
His eyes widened.
"Oh Shit."
Chapter Completed.
Yes I made Huey play baseball because I think it would make sense with how extremely competitive American colleges are and he wants to go to those Ivy league of HBCUs he needs some extraccuriculars and baseball it is (honestly only because of that one seen in Let Me In by SwagSammich78 - which could be a problem because I know jack shit about baseball like zero percent because what the fuck is a Short Stop?!)
Anyway I hope you enjoyed it! :)